Needless to say, these were all the handiwork of those large, black rats. They had treated the corpse as food.
A few plump, white maggots, seemingly sensing the commotion outside, wriggled out of the corpse's dark eye sockets, their tails still dripping with moist, blackish-red fluid.
Such a mangled corpse, not even its own mother would recognize it.
Dean pursed his lips and reached out, preparing to search for anything that might identify the deceased. The next moment, the previously motionless corpse's throat suddenly bulged, as if a zombie was inhaling, seemingly returning to life.
Dean's scalp tingled. He quickly pulled back; he had never encountered such an eerie scene before.
Then, a dark shadow burst forth from the corpse's mouth, arcing through the air before landing on the floor and swiftly disappearing beneath the cover of the shelves.
